Gabriel Reyes. Blackwatch Commander, former original Overwatch Strike Team Commander and United State's Soldier Enhancement Program subject – has obviously received his fair share of wounds and casualties. Though he never thought it would take him to the point where he would end up in the emergency sector of Overwatch's main compound.

"Commander…"

Though in all honesty, he never thought that he'd get injured enough to actually appear in this sector of the compound. But it wasn't bad. The rooms were clean and smelt of sanitizer, refreshing compared to the constant aroma of used bandages and bloodied scalpels.

"…Commander."

Maybe he should've been more careful out there on the field. But then again, if he hadn't been so careless – Jesse and the rest of his squad might've been rendered incapacitated, or worse – KIA. No matter, a massive gash wound against his arm and chest is a small price to pay for the preservation of his Blackwatch elite. No point in throwing away loyal soldiers.

"Commander!"

His eyes blink frantically for a brief moment before he stops and looks around. He feels his chest and left arm burn like a forest fire, he snarls and bares his teeth as he closes his eyes and begins to breathe heavily. Suddenly he feels two soft hands touch his shoulder, he hears someone stand up and lurk over his body. Gabriel slowly opens his eyes to find a worried blonde looking at him with deep ocean blue eyes.

The Blackwatch Commander begins to calm down – his snarls of pain lessened but the burning sensation across the massive gash across his chest and arm still scorched his body. Quickly the blonde doctor released him and turned around, frantically fumbling with surgical tools that were neatly settled beside his surgical bed. His hazy vision clears to see the woman in the white lab coat turn around with several bandages in-hand.

"Relax Commander. The disinfectant is just taking its toll now that you're conscience. The pain should subside in a few hours." Her voice was soothing and warm like a comforting mother. Her accent spurred several thoughts through his head – unsure of what it was. French? No, German? Not quite. Whatever it was, it nearly made all his pain go away.

Gabriel's breathing eventually steadied to a slow pace. He watched as the blonde doctor wrap the rolls of bandages around his arm and eventually reaching behind his back and rolling the bandages across his chest and over his shoulder. Slowly he glanced his eyes down towards the bandages, his dark red blood slowly seeping into them. Then he moved his eyes towards the doctor's face. She looked familiar. What was her name again? Angela, that's it.

His lips begin to purse, the doctor feels his movement and turns her head towards him. She hears him speak.

"You're the new head of Medical research, aren't you?"

His voice was low and gravelled, however it held the tone of an experienced and disciplined soldier. Angela cut the bandage across his chest and finally clipped them in place. She looks at the weary Blackwatch commander and gives him a warm smile.

"Yes I am."

Gabriel nods slowly and looks forward.

"You're quite the academic aren't you? So many medical discoveries and advancements in such little time. I've heard of you. Very good things."

The doctor chuckles and humbly acknowledges with a silent nod.

"Well, yes Commander. I have been told that I can perform a great many things."

"A child prodigy being one of them?"

Her blue eyes glistened as their conversation furthered.

"Mm, yes. A child prodigy being one of them."

Gabriel begins to slowly pull his wounded body upright – the pain tearing at every movement. Angela widens her eyes and begins to lean forward, trying to put him back down. Instead, Gabriel stops her by extending a hand towards her. He looks at her and smiles as he fully pulls his body upright and rests his back against the head of the medical bed.

"Jesse…" Reyes begins, yet pauses as he takes a deep breath. "…McCree. Where is he?"

The doctor smiles, "Don't worry Commander. The entire Blackwatch squad is safe. Some were wounded, including McCree – but they will survive. Their wounds pail in comparison to yours Commander."

Gabriel shakes his head.

"Please. Call me Gabriel – I'm not your Commander." His expression winces as the scorching pain across his wounds continue to persist.

Angela could see the small expressions of pain patterned on his face and decided to do something about it.

"I'll be back Comm- Gabriel."

"Hm, alright." Gabriel replies as he quietly watches the blonde walk out the room and the doors sliding behind her. He looks out the window to see the sun slowly dawning. The rays of sunlight invading through the blinds and landing over his lap. Through the slits of the blinds he could see the beautiful courtyard infront of Overwatch's main compound – right next to the tall, erected statue of Morrison.

"Switzerland has never been more perfect. Maybe she's native to this place. Swiss."

A few minutes passed and Gabriel could hear the clicking of high heels approaching his bay. The doors slide open - Angela and two nurses walked inside, each holding a tray comprising of different food and beverages.

"What is this…?" Reyes asked solemnly.

"Well…the I thought you might be hungry. So the department and I thought we'd bring you something. We weren't sure what to bring you, so we brought what we could."

His eyes narrowed – the pain constantly snagged at him. He wasn't sure if he was even in the mood for eating. That was until his nose picked up a vibrant and pleasant smell.

"Mm, alright. What do you have?"

"Well…" Angela began turning her head towards one of the nurse, "Veronica has a plate with several pieces of toast with butter as well as some orange juice."

She turned her head to the other nurse, "Catherine has some beef stew, made it herself. Best in the department."

Gabriel catches a whiff of the stew; his face instantly cringes and closes his eyes. It stunk – his appetite instantly turned sour. Best in the department? What a joke.

Then Angela pauses.

Reyes opens his eyes to see her fluster a little bit before she opens her mouth again.

"W-well. Then here's something I prepared. It's not the best, but I also prepared some toast with a side of bacon and eggs."

He turns his head and sniffs the air – that was the smell which stirred his appetite, it was beautiful.

"I've also taken the liberty to prepare some honey tea as well. It will help with your pain."

Instantly, after Angela finished her sentence – Gabriel pointed at her tray.

"I'll take yours. Whatever makes the pain go away."

The doctor was taken back at the immediate response, but she turned to the two nurses and nodded – they both nodded back with a smile and made their way out of Reyes' bay. Slowly, Angela walked over to his bedside and gently placed the tray against his lap.

Gabriel used his uninjured arm to pick up the metal fork next to the plate of toast and began to eat. His hazel eyes lit up, it was delicious – quickly he dug his fork into another piece of bacon and scooped it along with some egg. Before he knew it, he had completely cleaned the plate of bacon and eggs. He placed his fork down and picked up the slice of toast, scoffing it down in several bites.

Angela watched with an embarrassed look, yet smiled as he clearly enjoyed the food. Gabriel looked at her as he picked up the cup of honey tea.

"Absolutely delicious Doctor Ziegler. You cooked this yourself?"

The doctor nodded with a flustered smile, "Yes I did, but I've only had minimal experience with hospitality. And please…Angela is fine."

Reyes gives a small smile after taking a sip from the sweet tea.

"Well Angela. You continue to surprise me. Academic, resourceful and a good cook? I couldn't think of anyone better to be head of Medical Research."

The blonde doctor giggles, holding her hand up to her mouth in order to control her small sniggers from bursting into laughter.

"Hmph." Gabriel smiles. It felt good, to make someone laugh. It felt good to have company that doesn't consider him as a 'snake', or a 'deviant backstabber'. Afterall – that was all Blackwatch was good for. To infiltrate, execute and don't even exist. This doctor, they really didn't converse much before – maybe they've seen each other from time to time whilst traversing through Overwatch's compound, but maybe this might be the start to s restricted friendship.

His eyes look towards the bright red scarf wrapped around her neck. It looked familiar to say the least, but he never bore much thought towards it.

"Cute scarf." He said solemnly, "Where'd you get it?"

Angela looks down. Her expression turns somber. "It was my mother's scarf. Something I could remember her by before she…"

Reyes held out his arm, stopping her from going on, "I think I understand. I'm sorry for your loss, I'm aware of your origin – and believe me, you have my condolences. No one should have their parents taken away from them like that."

Angela wipes her eyes and shakes her head, brandishing her sorrow with a smile. "I suppose. But it's a prime reminder of why I do this – why I became a doctor. To help people in need."

"Using what hurts you most to keep you forward? Hm, admirable. If Blackwatch had soldier's with your sort of persistence – well, things would be much easier."

Angela pauses and raises an eyebrow towards him. "With respect Gabriel. I don't approve your division's or Overwatch's tactics towards handling operations."

Reyes raises an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Subterfuge and upfront military presence and activity is not the direction towards a better future. If anything – it only gets people anxious."

"Subterfuge is what Blackwatch was made for Angela. And if anything – military presence is meant to be acting as a peacekeeping force…that's what Overwatch was made for these days."

Angela shakes her head yet shrugs, "You do whatever you think is right, don't you?"

Gabriel nods, "Don't we all?" His eyes dart towards the clock on the other side of the room, "I hope I'm not holding you up or anything – you must have a lot more patients whom require more attention than me."

Angela looks towards the clock and shakes her head, "No, you're not holding me up – McCree and the others are fine. Your wounds were probably the most severe. However you do need some rest. If you need anything else from me you can call a nurse that walks in here for me and I'll be here as quick as I can."

Reyes nods as he begins to slowly settle his back down to the mattress of his bed. Angela helps to raise the blankets up to his chest and begins to walk out of the room.

"Doc." His voice caused her to stop and turn.

She sees him looking at her with a smile, "I hope that you'll patch me up the next time I find myself in a fix."

Angela returns the bright smile, "And you can count on me to do so Comman- Gabriel."

"Then it's a deal." Reyes says as he looks up to the ceiling.

"I think I just found my guardian angel."

Present Day, Oasis Medical Center 11:34pm

A quiet exhale of pure contentment was all that could be heard inside the small military tent stationed just outside the technological metropolis of Oasis. A doctor slowly placed a scroll alongside a feather inside her medical satchel and begins to make her way to the flaps of the medical tent. As she peeks her head from the entrance of the tent she instantly shivers and goes back inside. The deserts of the Middle East certainly change in essence towards the time of day.

She grabs looks around and sees a bright red scarf hanging around her desk. She smiles towards it and wrapped it around her neck. She goes back outside, slightly warmer than before and looks around the field. It seemed that she was the only one who was working late, but it didn't matter. The sooner she went back into the city, the sooner she could take a warm shower.

Mercy made her way through the sector of military tents, constantly looking over her shoulder. She felt as if something was watching her. She stopped and turned. Nothing seemed to be tailing her, a slight breeze brushed past her face and specks of sand landing at the corner of her mouth. She narrowed her eyes but soon dismissed the thought as she wiped away the sand and began to turn around. She took several more steps but soon she softens her pace, she raises her scarf around her mouth and peers over her shoulder.

She could definitely hear something behind her – every time she moved, she could hear a whisp. After a few more steps, Angela instantly turned around. Nothing was seen. Only the distant breeze of the Middle Eastern desert could be heard. She begins to grow anxious; her breathing starts to jump – the thumping of her heart beating against her chest. She stood there for a few more seconds. Then she turns.

.

Then she runs.

She runs down the path leading to the city's entrance. She already left the premises of military and hospital tents. She looks over her shoulder and her pace slowly draws to a halt. She begins to pant, sweat already beginning to run down her back. Angela surveys the area in front of her, there was still nothing. Maybe she was just paranoid, tired from all the patients she had to see. Nevertheless, the city was not far.

She takes one final breath, closes her eyes and turns her heel – walking down the path. As she opens her eyes it was already too late before she bumps into something, forcing her a few steps back. She rubs her head and looks forward, the dark silhouette of a man was standing in front of her.

"Oh, my apologies." She manages to say, brushing off any hesitation. Though it did come to her mind how it was strange anyone would be outside the city during these hours. She looked at the dark figure, he wasn't moving nor speaking.

"Um, sir? Are you leaving the city? Or are you looking for it? Oasis is just over ther-"

The figure begins to emerge into the moonlight, revealing a man she knew too well. A black trenchcoat, sharpened gauntlets and the pale white mask dawned over his face.

"You…you're the…the Reaper." Mercy staggers back, fear gripping her core to the point where she trips on her heel and lands on her backside. The cloaked silhouette glided slowly towards her. As he pushed forward – Angela desperately crawls backwards.

"What- What do you want from me?" Mercy croaks. She stops as her nails begin to dig into the sand. The man stops and turns his head, a small-disoriented chuckle emerges from behind his mask.

"Hmph, what do you think? I'm here for you. Doc."

"Tch. You bastard. Picking off Overwatch agents finally directed you here…for me."

"That's right doctor." The Reaper said with a scratched tone, "Though you were a pain in the ass to find, you were the one I was most looking forward to."

"And why's that?"

The hooded mercenary paused and tilted his head as he was looking down at the vulnerable doctor.

"Lets just say you and I have some…past conflicts that need to be resolved."

"Past conflicts? Who- who are you?"

"Relax doc, I'm not here to simply kill you. No, that's too simple. First you're going to answer for everything. For this."

"Answer for everything? What are you talking about?"

Clearly frustrated and angry, Reaper bent down and grabbed Angela by the coat – lifting her up to her feet with one swift motion. She could feel his warm breath run down her face as it fumed from his mask.

"Don't tell me you forgot!" He roared into her face, "I should be the fucking failure that haunts you in your dreams! You should be begging for my forgiveness!"

Angela reels from the volume he spouted. However it didn't take her long to pause – look into the hollow pits of his mask and widen her eyes.

"You…I- I buried you."

Reaper pulls her closer towards him, the hollow pits of his mask practically meeting her deep blue eyes.

"I trusted you Angie…I trusted you."

"Gabriel…I."

She paused when the whirring of a Talon hovership could be heard in the distance. Reaper turns towards the vehicle and chuckles.

"Don't worry doc. You'll answer for everything soon enough."

The hovership lands beside them with a thud. The door opens with Talon operators disembarking and surrounding the two.

Reaper barks his orders, "Secure the area. You two – take the doctor to the ship. Quickly, we don't have all night."

The operatives did as they were told. Two operatives grabbed Angela by each of her arms and began to tug her towards the hovership. The doctor resists, frantically throwing her arms and kicking one of the operatives in the kneecap – causing him to curse.

"This bitch!"

Reaper growled at their incompetence, "Idiots. Just knock her out." He walks over and plummets the butt of his hellfire shotgun across her head. Her body falls and Reaper catches her with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. He hauls her body over his shoulder and begins to make his way towards the Talon hovership. The rest of the Talon operatives begin to embark on the vehicle, Reaper and his captive being the last to board.

The wraith felt something fall at the end of his boot, he pauses and looks to the ground. He looks back up and orders one of the behind operatives to come back.

"Take her and bring her to the safe house. I have unfinished business here."

"Roger that." The operative replied as he took the unconscious doctor from the wraith and embarked on the hovership. Reaper steps away from the vehicle and watches as the hovership begins to slowly heat it's engines and zip into the horizon. Reaper slowly looks down to the floor. His eyes glisten with a sense of reminiscence as he bends down and picks up a bright red scarf that was covered in sand.

His claws wrap tightly around the material as he held it close to his face.

"Angela…I've finally found you."